Please Relieve Me Ch. 03

"You want to cum, don't you?" Mum said. She wasn't looking at me; she was looking at my penis as she stroked it. My eyes were half closed it was too much pleasure. "Come on then, julthi karoo [do it quickly]."

Mum continued talking whilst looking at my penis. "Come on then, cum for Mummy."

The last sentence pushed me over the edge. I could feel the cum rising in my balls. How my Mum was talking was too much for me to bear, there was no way that I could hold it back. I was ready. I began tensing as I felt cum rising. I felt my penis spasm as I came. Once. Twice. Three times it jerked. The release was amazing. It was what I needed. I half collapsed backwards on the bed, spent.

A few moments later I opened my eyes and saw Mum in front of me. She still looked beautiful. Her breasts were now, sadly, covered by her towel. She was holding some tissues in her hand and was using one to wipe her face. There was no semen on there so I wasn't sure if I had cum on her face or not. I felt really embarrassed.

"I'm going to have a shower now. Go and get ready for the open day," said Mum sternly before turning away from me and moving out of her bedroom door towards the shower.

As I got up to pick my clothes from the floor and go to my room it occurred to me that I had been lying on the bed in exactly the same position that my Dad must have all those years ago.

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Mum drove me to College for the open day later on that evening. We didn't tend to talk much when she drove me. I didn't have my own car. I didn't have enough money to buy one. Mum had gotten changed into an Indian sari for the open day, it was pink and pretty.

My penis was slightly throbbing, as we drove. I wasn't sure if it was my old malady that was causing this or whether I was nervous because of what my teachers would say at College. If I glanced at Mum driving I could see her flat stomach underneath her blouse as she was driving. This distracted me somewhat from my thoughts.

I couldn't help thinking that the sari blouse made my Mum's breasts look really big. I knew I shouldn't be thinking these things but I couldn't help it. An Indian radio station was playing on the radio as we drove into College.

We arrived in College and made our way to the main hall. We'd just arrived in time as my fellow students and their parents were starting to sit down. The crowd went silent and the head lecturer stood up and started talking about the format for the parent's evening. He introduced the various teachers and started talking about who would be seeing who at what time.

As me and Mum had arrived late we were sitting right at the back of the hall. I was sitting on the very back row right in the right hand corner and Mum was sitting to my left. She had taken her jacket off and it was across her lap. It was quite a long jacket and was also touching my leg.

The head lecturer had been droning on and on and I felt a little restless. My legs and back were starting to ache from sitting down in the same position for so long. I could see my Mum also stirring slightly to my right, stretching her legs as they must have been cramping. Her coat had moved slightly also and was also over more of me than her. I didn't mind holding my Mum's coat on my lap. It wasn't that heavy.

I felt a slight rustle under the cover of the coat and then something against the top of my leg. This puzzled me. The rustling continued and moved closer and closer towards me. After a moment I felt a touch against my groin. I couldn't believe it. My Mum was touching my penis in the lecture hall!

I felt my Mum's fingers stroke down the length of my penis, feeling the outline of it. I felt myself beginning to stiffen. It wasn't the touch itself, as that was very slight, but that this was happening in a public place and we may be caught out. Luckily Mum's coat was obscuring my Mum's hand.

I could see Mum to my left and her face betrayed no expression. I didn't really understand why Mum was touching me in this way, she had relieved me just before we left home so this seemed strange. I enjoyed the touch but I couldn't help worrying about someone seeing us.

Just as I felt myself beginning to get harder the head teacher stopped his speech and people began to rise. My Mum stood up also and picked up her jacket. I had to stand up with everyone else and I felt a bit embarrassed and thought that there might be a tent in the crotch area of my trousers. There wasn't really - my trousers had a bit of room in them so nothing could be seen - but I couldn't help but feel awkward.

I followed Mum as she moved out of the assembly hall and towards the classroom where my first teacher would be appraising me. The appraisal itself was quite boring. Mum and the teacher tended to talk over me and I found myself distracted. My penis was starting to ache slightly and it was discomforting. I couldn't help shifting around on my seat.

For the next hour or so we moved between classes as I got reports from my various teachers. My Mum's face was passive throughout this. Although the teachers said I was performing well, I was not one of the star pupils which displeased her.

After the final teacher had finished his report, I stood up and followed Mum into the corridor at the sound of the College bell. Everyone was making their way back to the hall for the final send off speech from the head teacher - this was essentially his last plea to try and get some donations out of wealthy teachers and would last twenty minutes or so.

I noticed my classmates and their parents walking by us and realised that Mum had stopped moving. She turned and faced me.

"You were fidgeting a lot in there," she said, her face without emotion. "It's hurting again isn't it?"

By 'it' I realised immediately that Mum was referring to my penis. I began to reply that I was ok when Mum cut me off.

"Come here," Mum interjected and began walking in the opposite direction from the main hall.

We turned down a couple of corridors that were now devoid of parents and their kids. Mum then paused and I noticed she was standing next to the disabled toilet. She opened it and motioned me to go inside.

I paused. I had never been in a disabled toilet before. I even felt guilty - what if someone genuinely disabled needed it? Plus, I wasn't even that bad. My ache was only mild.

"Aaja [come]," Mum said to me sternly. Her forehead was creased slightly which I knew meant she was getting irritated.

I meekly went into the bathroom. Mum followed behind me and closed the door locking it. The disabled toilet was large, as far as toilets go, with a large seat and a sink included. There were a few odd cords hanging down which I thought were for emergencies.

"Julthi fehr [quickly then]," Mum snapped at me.

I obeyed and quickly undid my trousers pulling them and my underwear down. It felt naughty being in the toilets at College with my mother and I couldn't help but be excited. My penis was semi-hard already.

Mum edged past me and sat on the toilet seat. Her face was level with my penis. She placed her chunni [indian scarf worn with indian saris] to one side. Her soft delicate hands reached out and began to stroke me. The sensation felt fantastic. I looked down into her beautiful face.

Ogling Mum's body in her pretty sari, the touching in the hall earlier and now sneaking into the toilet had got me excited. I was so excited I could hear a wet sound as she stroked me and realised that I was leaking pre-cum like crazy.

"You're making a mess," she said sternly.

Mum continued to stroke me. I felt tingles up and down me from my legs all the day to my back. The ache I had been experiencing earlier had disappeared completely and was replaced with nothing but pleasure.

Mum's strokes felt so good. I had been tense from worrying about what my teachers would say about me. Instead of shouting at me or scalding me for not being a star pupil my Mum was stroking my penis lovingly. Her technique was easing all my stress away.

I realised that I was moaning very softly under my breath and caught myself; I felt slightly embarrassed. Furthermore I realised that my hands were not idle by my side as I had thought. To my shock, my left hand was on my Mum's shoulder in front of me steadying me upright and my right hand was roughly gripping my Mum's left breast over her blouse. My hand was squeezed quite tight and I looked to be squeezing her breasts quite hard.

Mum did not seem to have noticed what I was doing, to my relief, so I very gently relaxed my grip on her and made my touch softer. I didn't want to startle her by moving my hands completely away. Mum was gazing intently at my crotch and appeared to be focusing on her technique.

My penis felt really hard - hard as iron. It almost felt hot due to the friction that Mum's hands were working on it and the build-up of semen that I felt rising in my balls and wanting release. I wasn't sure how long I could hold on for. I could still hear the wet sound from earlier and I knew I was leaking a lot of pre-cum. I couldn't help it, I was so aroused.

I felt myself getting closer to cumming and my breathing became a bit more laboured when my thoughts were interrupted when Mum abruptly stopped her strokes. I looked down and could see she was still holding my penis in her hand. She was looking at her watch -there must not be much time until everyone would be leaving the hall.

"You're taking too long and you're making too much mess," she said not angrily but as if contemplating something.

I thought briefly that Mum might stop but instead she resumed her strokes. Indeed, I was surprised when she shifted her position and leaned her body and head closer towards me. Her face was not very close to me. Indeed I could almost feel her breath against my pubic hairs.

Mum's left hand began stimulating me by playing with my ball sack. The pressure that had been building in my balls had stopped, when Mum had, but it now began building again. In only a few Moments, the tingles returned. Mum's face was so close to me. As she stroked me my penis almost touched against her beautiful pink lips. I didn't think I could get any more excited but I was.

"Cum for Mummy," Mum said though I couldn't tell if it was to me or my penis.

Mum had said something similar back in the house and I had been shocked. Her talking in such a way continued to get me excited.

I knew I couldn't last much longer and I tried to hurry up as I didn't have much time. My previously soft grip of my Mum's breasts became a bit stronger as I tried to make myself cum quicker as Mum wanted to.

"Cum for Mummy, son," Mum murmured.

Mum's words were feint as her face was so close to my penis. I felt the cum rising in my balls and my breathing become quicker. All I could do was try and muffle the noise I would make as I came.

Just as I was about to cum I saw my Mum's mouth, which had been hovering, very close to my penis open slightly. Mum's head moved forward and I briefly felt wetness on the tip of my penis. I couldn't focus on that, however, as my ejaculation was so powerful I struggled to focus downwards and had to look straight ahead to stop me getting dizzy. I continued to feel Mum's hands on my balls and penis stroking me though.

After a few Moments, my eruption stopped and I looked down again. My penis looked shiny and was glistening. Mum had released her grip on me and I noticed that, thankfully, none of my semen had fallen on her. I wasn't sure where my semen had gone or what Mum had done with it as she didn't have any tissues in her hand. Mum began to get up and I released my grip on her and began pulling my clothes up too.

Mum moved past me out of the toilet and as I emerged into the corridor behind her the bell went indicating that the final parent's send-off had finished. I followed Mum past the throng of students emerging from the main hall into the car park and we drove home.

On the way home I couldn't stop thinking about how Mum's mouth had been in contact with my penis. It felt dirty but also so exciting. Had Mum swallowed my semen? I didn't know but I couldn't help imagining she had and wondering what the weekend would bring.

To be continued...